"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to let you in."

-- Robert Frost

Friday, June 30, 2017

eliza at eight

This little ray of sunshine turned eight this week and I can't say enough about her.


She was born to be Charlotte's sister and the way she cares for her is unparalleled.


She's got the biggest heart in the world. She's goodness and light and beauty through and through.



There just can not be a softer and gentler spirit alive.



Full of love and excitement and friendship, she's so easy to be around.


And she's getting taller, too, just like everyone else around here.




Eliza, you are the light of our lives and a gift to our home. Happy birthday sweet sweet girl. I love you to the moon and back.

Monday, June 19, 2017

father's day

Today, I got to talk to my own father and celebrate the man that he is. What a lucky girl I am to have grown up in a home knowing what a cream of the crop father was.

Maybe that's why I married one.


This week holds a family reunion for his side of the family in California and we took off just a bit early to enjoy some fun and sun.

And what a great opportunity to kick it all off with a memory lane tour, starting with his childhood home.


We hung on every detail of every teenage antic and childhood plot.

Then headed over to his elementary school.



I loved watching these kids envision their father as a small seven year old.




We ate up the stories.




That seven year old boy probably never imagined his future self would sit on his daily elementary lunch table with all these adoring kids.


He said the water pretty much tasted the way he remembered it ... bad ;)



He showed us how to step up to get your lunch from the lunchroom window.



This spot where he first met his lifelong best friend.


Over to point out his high school locker ... next to that cute girl he never would talk to.



We ended our day with a bonfire over on the beach.


With some dancing and a song and a trivia game about his life.


He shared his testimony with all these kids of ours.


And they shared cards they had made expressing their love for him.


I'm so grateful for fathers. For all that they do and are. I'm forever glad for this man. He is the glue to our family and I'm constantly reminded of what a lucky girl I am to travel this world with him. 

Happy Father's Day!

Thursday, June 8, 2017

memorial day in review

In the past, Memorial day marked the end of school.

In our new town, it just signified that the hamster wheel had two more weeks to turn. Today is our first day of glorious summer break and maybe, just maybe, I can recap the last little while around here.

Starting with Memorial day.

Grant is in an awesome boy scout troop here in town. It's affiliated with the local Catholic Church and they do a bang up job of involving these boys in everything scouting.

They were to gather the Friday evening before Memorial Day to place flags on the graves of veterans buried in our local cemetery, but most families were traveling and this boy of mine arrived alone.


Watching Grant there in a silent, gentle rain, kind of caught in my throat.


Especially as he conversed with these great gentlemen.


Monday, we attended the ceremony to be held in the cemetery.


We were proud to be supporting one of our dear friends leading the flag bearers with that rifle in the picture below.


I welled up with tears more than once at the greatness of it all.






What a great country we live in. What great hearts we have willing to defend it.


Such an incredible experience to remember to never forget the price of freedom.

And I sure love this boy.